Sweat gathered on Cheng Lang's forehead and dripped onto Xing Shu's bosom. In a daze, he stared at Xing Shu's flushed face. By the time it ended, Xing Shu had already fallen asleep. Her whole being was pervaded by a dreamy languor when she heard Cheng Lang's cell phone ring. Immediately, the mattress trembled. Cheng Lang picked up the cell phone and asked in a gentle voice, "Jin Yue, what's the matter?"
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, Xing Shu buried her face in the blanket and felt a stabbing pain in her heart.
Cheng Lang got up—put on his pajamas—and walked to the window wall. "Did Father say that? When?"
Xing Shu did not know what Jin Yue said on the other end of the line. Cheng Lang was silent for a moment before saying, "You make the arrangements then." He hung up and walked to the bed. He looked up and tucked Xing Shu in before turning to leave.
